In our last hours on earth the sun looks like a half baked pie; the womb of a midnight mother concealing her child from the dangers of the world; it looks like protection, a foamy blanket bathtub sing along; rubber ducks count them one two three; like children leading a line through life; hands burning; like stretch marks; like telephone wires with hanging shoes; taking away a life before it started; rising to the surface; clouds; like brain matter scattered down the highway; like a bad accident; one too many moving parts on the clock that look like times up!
Julia Gobes is a student at Adelphi University on Long Island and emerging poet/creative writer. Her work has been awarded The Donald Everett Axinn Award for Poetry.